Lyrics:
I'm meticulous
Articulate
You fuck around I'm deadly
These bitches that
I'm picking from
You call that shit a medley
Bad boys
We're bad men
So don't
the antidote oh
Antidote oh yeah
She don’t wanna die young
Killed by Coro
Killed by Corona
Wine slow ohh
Wine slow ohh
Only on me
Don’t wanna see you with nobody
only eat dick
Why you acting religious and innocent
When you're sinning everyday just by waking up in your skin
Alright but why are you acting tough?
Was
(Bitch)
Sippin' on bottles, flyin' high on planes
Gotta lotta bad women, I don't even know their names
Toppers and tats, you know I got flame
When I pull
She just want a thug
And i got what she looking foe
Oooooo
She want a bad boy
She want a bad boy
Mike Lowrey
She want a bad boy by her side
I need
I'm outside
Bad shawty and she blow red lights
Put her on my lap and I teach her how to drive
Doesn't need no explanation I know she's down to ride
You
this?
Why you hungry and you only eat dick?
Why you acting religious and innocent
When you're sinning everyday just by waking up in your skin?
Alright but
Fall's Down We Pick It Up
Umbrella On The Floor
Boy Ima Pick It Up
Quicker Then The Stick Is Up
Press Button Shoulder'z Up
Over Us, Cover Us
Boy You Rockin
(Big boy blunts of exotic shit, man
It ain't always used to be like this, though)
Ayy
It be ups, it be downs, when you down
The only way is up
Did a lot
time for the rod, man
Microwave wrath of God, fam
That's why because of Christ I got mad joy
All I'm saying is I used to be a bad boy!
But nowadays
G. A.
Belly Squad yeah
It's the remix
B-b-b-b-e-l-l-y
Everyday nah nah nah
Stop all of the blah blah blah
Come 'round and take banana
Aye
must be a pisces
Can move anything im sellin it
I got a bad bitch boy she heaven sent
All that shit that you doin' irrelevant
Bitch I'm rollin' that gas
(ah-yeah)
I buy her all the designer, but she still leaving tomorrow (this is the remix) (leaving)
Ayy, shawty wanna go, she slidin' (slidin')
Shawty
If Your Dads In The Hood
Not Bad Meaning Bad, But Bad Meaning Good Good Good
[Slakah:]
Lady, Somebody Shot Up The Place Right By
Where I Work And I
I ain't mad at that (oh yeah)
Baby, I ain't mad
There you go with yo bad azz, aye
There you go with yo bad azz, aye
There you go with yo bad azz, aye
nine bodies, I'm a big boy stepper, ain't nobody better
My daddy name David, not Banner
By Monday, I'm changin' my schedule
She ridin' my dick
That tear gas done flood his eyes
Pussy boy don't think you safe
Only see red up in my eyes
Pussy boy, you know I'm tripping
All I gotta do is make one
the dog i don't give a fuck how
You feel 'bout the world, This shit is ours
Ayy, you know niggas be bad for business
Get that shit dissolved
I don't give
about...three of these as I said later, ...quarter of an hour goes by ... half an hour, we
try to stand up and leave. I mean, it was like, you know, "Gaaaahh,
with you and well make a big ass show HA!
I got a shawty and she bad
Hips real slim in my bed
Build it up, breaking bad
Money flowing fucking stacks
Only
without the bass & the pump,
I'm asthmatic,
& ima let yo ass have it it if you think i'm a punk (NO),
& that F650 gotta bad case of acne cuz those kicker
nigga's stomp hard
Ooh, I think they like me when they heard me on the other one
So its only right that I hit u wit another one
Remix, we gets, busy ova
boy, don't say that
White boy, oh you so bad
White boy you wish you were black
White boy, hey white boy
White boy, white noise
Sayin' shit I can't
Aw, it'd get hung up real bad
In a case of jealousy, love can make you mad
Aw, yeah
Now everybody, everybody's got his own thing
Everybody's got
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